City - Live at the Zepp

This song's for everybody we know in Tokyo
And was contributed tonight impending nervous breakdown
Tokyo is a sick city, man

Let's go

Everyone I see's diseased or broken
Holes in their arms, they got cocaine eyes
Self mutilation, self surveillance
Wanna get to heaven, you gotta die

Here she comes, here she comes
Crawled out of a garbage can
Here she comes, there she comes
Gonna waste another man

Whoa, sick city
Gonna be the death of me
Whoa, sick city
Gonna be my death, gonna be the death of me

Little Johnny Junk's a subway pilot
Knife you in the head for Chinese rock
Catch a falling spike, ride a silver rocket
Score a body bag deal from the Vietcong

Here she comes, here she comes
Crawled out of a garbage can
Here she comes, here she comes
Gonna waste another man

Oh, sick city
Gonna be the death of me
Whoa, sick city
Gonna be my death, gonna be the death of me

Your meat on a hook in your own snuff movie
Torture loop hallucination, nerves spliced
No inoculation from the viral program
Spiders in your mouth, shoot insecticide

Here she comes, here she comes
Crawled out of a garbage can
Here she comes, here she comes
Gonna waste another man

Oh, sick city
Gonna be the death of me
Oh, sick city
Gonna be my death, gonna be the death of me

Sick, sick, sick
Sick city
Sick, sick, sick
Sick city
Sick, sick, sick
Sick city
Sick, sick, sick
Sick city, sick city